One thought can hardly finish. Before another rushes in to revise it. They swarm. They float. They descend. Like bees unto poppies. Doing their civic duties. Prepping their heavenly honeys The peripheries of emotional predictions March 25, 2021 Leave a Comment Cancel Comment Name* Email* Website
How about this angle 🌷 Yes 💖 How about this angle? 🌺 Oh my yes ❤️ And what would you say about this angle 🌼 Completely 💛 Same on this one? 🌹 Unf *bites fist* 💗 Or 🌸 Goodness gracious and the fair gravities of glory 🧡 And this one? 💮 *faints* 💜 What if I arch a little, like this 🌻 *dies* 💔 And if I poem preen my hair up and glance backwards at you knowingly like this? 💐 Celestica 💘
Life is larger than the paradigms of religions, which form around the prophets like oysters, acknowledge the foreign element, calcify its destructive core, move a million miles of opal, raise a trillion layers of sea floor, and still, produce no lao tzuan pearl
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